We had 15 incredible weeks with a sweet, easy going babe. Then came week 16. one word - teething!
Our sweet little cherub turned into a screaming banshee who could not be settled no matter what I did. Thank goodness there were some public holidays meaning that Ross was home to help for some of the days. Teething also coincided with a four month sleep regression so sleep has just not happened. 2 hours in a row seems like a luxury. It's been insane. I feel terrible that I can't help or do anything. Mom guilt is so real. How can I take care of another human when i'm struggling to take care of myself?
The screaming - oh the screaming! Next level but we don't know how to help!
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